Don't go around saying the world owes you a living; the world owes you nothing; it was here first...........Sam Clemens

Thursday, January 29, 2009

A winter poem

As I gathered firewood during the winter storm that blew through Ohio yesterday, I was struck by how interesting the branches of our large Japanese Maple looked completely coated with ice. The sight of it inspired me to write a few lines of poetry in my head. When I finally came inside and sat down to complete the poem, it went way different than I intended. You see, when I write poetry I usually have a few lines or a theme to start with, but the bulk of the poem just flows as I put pen to paper. Well the flow yesterday turned quite somber; almost depressing, really. It was the exact opposite of my mood, which made Ell and I laugh hysterically when I shared it with her. I was in a great mood but the poem turned out strange and dark. I still like it, though.Enough talking, here it is.ICEThe trees are hugged with waterFrozen to their coreThey shimmer in the blinding whiteBound to live no moreThe winter bit quite hard this yearIts damage plain to seeBesides the trees and grass and landThe people are not freeA sadness hangs on every heartSeen within their eyeThe cold has stole their will to liveThe white of snow a lieI stomp my feet into the iceI try to break its willBut it with power more than mineA lasting struggle stillAnd so again this season winsIts pain too much to bearI sink into my couch and cryI'll move one day I swear